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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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Love is This

He said love resides in memory.
I suppose
it can exist in afterglows,
in glass-pressed pictures tinted rose,
and how the heart holds
the mark of a strike
far longer than our simple skin,
how it can keep a moment sinking in.

I guess the scents and touches
linger after.
The tumbling of your laughter
across the grass, the past—fast-fading
flash of light—
the weight of you inside my arms,
our foreheads pressed together,
how you
never shrank from adoration
or ever met my kiss with indignation.

I suppose it has some merit,
all the dreams
we stuff inside each other, straining seams
and scribble-scripting words into the reams
of all our stories, to make some sense
of things that fail and fall from present tense.

I guess love cares for memories,
if even one
can carry them until the road is done,
can bear them underneath the heat, and run
the race—perhaps alone.
Too often it all falls to one to own.

But I have watched how memory
gathers rust,
how time can grind its finer points to dust,
and leave it brittle under winter’s gust.
And I think more, by now, that love is this:
the thing soft-sighing when the memories twist
and decompose to sorrow,
“Yet, you will find me here again tomorrow.”

Forgotten

She has forgotten
How to feel the sunset
What the wind whispers
The patters of fireflies
That souls can touch
How to link hearts over space
To hold onto time
Why she is racing,
and why she wasn’t always
Where she is drifting,
and how to swim
The very essence
of what she once was
and who she is supposed to be
She has forgotten
Everything but memory’s echo,
the sense of something lost

– s. Clark

God’s Beauty – 4

Memory of Trees

In lush of green the leaves would sway.
The beauty of an endless day,
and laughter rang beneath the trees
That watched us run and scrape our knees.
In times gone by, the world was small,
Yet each hill steep, and counter tall,
And these were sweeter, simpler days
Where sun shines down and green tree sways.

Now through this tangled weave of years
Is left a trail of love and tears.
Its sweetness, in its way divine,
Is marred by hurtful stains of time.
But would we trade the pain of strife
For sorrow of an untouched life?
Or forfeit wisdom, winter seas,
And memory of swaying trees?

– s. Clark

Patchwork Past

You are sewn into my life now,
Quilted patch, part of the whole.
Whether I may love or hate it,
You’re imprinted on my soul.

– s. Clark

They’ll Remember

As I work my way through darkness
Never held or quelled by fear
I will make my mark on history
They’ll remember I was here

As I shoulder burdens taken
As I strive to love and give
I will walk the righteous pathways
They’ll remember that I lived

As I walk through troubled waters
Upheld by my Savior’s love
I will struggle through the trials
They’ll remember who I was

As I strive to make a difference
With His guidance always near
I will brand myself in memory
They’ll remember I was here

– s. Clark

Fear of Healing

I fear I will forget
The sweetness of your smile
The way it lit my weary soul
And made the fissured world feel whole
If only for a while

I’ve not forgotten yet
But fear the fateful creeping
Of darkness through your bright blue eyes
Within my mind, I fear to rise
To find you lost while sleeping

I hold onto your scent,
You only left its trace,
I held you close to breathe it in
And knew the essence you have been
Where now there’s only space

I fear the slow descent
Of all my knowledge of you
The way you moved, and felt, and thought
And all the happiness you brought
And all the ways I love you

I fear I’ll lose the sound
Of how you laughed so free,
Bursting forth with stunning gladness
Bringing sense and joy to madness
Now only memory

I feel you all around
And fear to lose the feeling
They say the pain will fade in time
But I still feel your hand in mine
And I don’t want the healing

– s. Clark

Missing Person

Have you seen a little girl?
I left her here, some time ago
She said that she would meet me here
But I fear it no longer so

Have you seen the girl I left?
I have been searching for her smile
I promised I would come for her,
But I’ve been gone a long, long while

I don’t know how to return,
To find her after all I’ve done…
I have sought through the dead, cold woods
Through corners where she may have gone

I have searched my twisted heart
And scoured through its darkened grime
But she no longer knows my voice…
I fear her lost for all of time

If you find the girl I knew,
Tell her of my remorse and pain
Tell her I’m here within the woods,
Waiting for her to come again

– s. Clark

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